Alien Autopsy.

Just some things to ponder about when you can't seem to fall asleep at night.

Goodbye, My Stainless Steel Friend.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I am removing my braces today. That explains the uncanny euphoria I've been feeling from the moment I woke up today. Well, it's only been 2 years and 10 months right. I guess I deserved it, procrastinating up to 3 months for a dentist appointment at times. Nevertheless, today it all comes to an end. Yeah I still have to visit the dentist once in a while for check-ups and stuff like that but I'm finally braces-free. I shall bid farewell to my stainless steel friend.

Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie


p.s edited because my euphoria was pretty much short-lived. My dentist insists that he 'spend a few weeks to close the last gap which is approximately 1mm'. Sienz lan dou ar.

Max Payne.

It used to be my most-est favourite-est game. Now they are turning it into a movie. And guess what? Mark Wahlberg, an actor whose movies I enjoy very much will be Max Payne. All the more reasons to watch it. This is one of those near orgasmic moments for me. I'm already shivering with the inordinate amount of anticipation and excitement that I can't seem to contain.

I'll Swim The Ocean For You.

Don't feel like posting anything, instead I'm just gonna utilize Youtube, like I always do.

:)

MetroStation - Kelsey





Different versions, but they both sound great. It's cause of the song I think. Uber awesome song.

Christian the Lion That Never Forgets.

Okay here is, like, the most touching true story on the face of the planet.

In 1969 in London, John Rendall and his friend Ace Bourke saw a three-month-old lion cub in Harrods Department Store for sale. They brought him home and kept him in their flat, which they shared. With love and kindness they cared for this little cub named Christian. Every day they would take him to the graveyard to run around and play football with the permission of the local vicar. They loved him and he loved them.

John and Ace knew that Christian was growing up and soon he would need a new home.

Amazingly they met actress Virginia Mckenna, who had starred in the film “Born Free”, which was about George and Joy Adamson who released lions into the wild. John and Ace, with Virginia’s help, flew Christian to Kenya where he was released into the national park. He was now free due to their love.

After four years of missing their friend, John and Ace travelled to Kora in Kenya in hopes of finding Christian once again. He had disappeared into the bush but hours before they arrived he was spotted with his lionesses and cubs. This spectacular moment was captured on film, where Christian sees his old friends and remembers the love he had for them. The embrace with his big paws you will never forget.



On another note, something totally irrelevant but is uber awesome.

Phantom Planet's California, only this is their acoustic version and it sounds much better.

Of fires and angels.

FireAngel. One of the funniest blogger around. I am so addicted to her blog now, all thanks to Wei Jen for telling me about it. -_-

I have been viewing her blog for the past 3 days already, perusing every single post she wrote. I started from her most recent post, and have been going backwards. I am so hooked that I am now already at January 2008.

Reason why I am so addicted to her blog is because I find most of her posts to be very profound. They make me ponder along as well, even if it concern of things that I do not relate to. Also, with the right amount of humour at the right time and place, it just makes the reading process much more enjoyable. To be honest, I enjoyed her sense of humour much better than I do Kennysia, as I find Kennysia to be very much overrated.

Another reason why I have been spending most of my time reading her blog was because it was either that or doing my assignment. Needless to say, being the procrastinator that I am, it wasn't a very difficult choice. It sickens me the way I have been procrastinating, especially things that are of priority. I have to admit it is something I am inordinately ashamed of, this abhorrent habit. Like when I should have called Dell and have them to send people over to pick up my laptop that broke down more than two months ago so they can bring it back and fix it, I didn't. It's still sitting here on my desk, rotting away. Also, I would never start doing my assignment until it is approximately 24 hours before the dateline. As I am typing this, I am concurrently procrastinating doing two assignments. Champion lah.

Anyway where was I. Sidetracked until like dog edi. Oh ya, so to prove my point that above mentioned FireAngel's sense of humour > Kennysia's, below here is a post that she wrote about idiotic drivers. No matter how many times I read this post it will never cease to stir a chuckle in me.

WLD 3929
May 26th, 2008

Many things pisses me off when I’m driving.

Idiots who don’t use their indicators
Suicidal rempits
Roadhogs
Fuckers who are on the phone AND driving VERY slowly on the fast lane

Another species of people who really pisses me off while I’m driving are fucktards like this this Proton Waja driving ballmuncher who had the audacity to wind down the window while driving up the slope to throw out not just one, or two but a whole fucking handful of used tissues out of his damn window.

Seriously what the fuck can’t wait until you’ve parked your car then take the damn tissues out with you to dispose them off properly into a rubbish bin? Your car will combust if you didn’t throw out those tissues immediately? The tar road will open up and swallow you whole? Your dick would fall off? Your pet dog will die? Your future grandchildren will be born without backsides? You’re a retard? What? What exactly was the urgency which forced you to dispose the tissues out of your car window while you were driving? WHAT? I really can’t think of any plausible reasons that will make your littering OKAY.

Are you going to argue with me that oh it’s okay because tissues are biodegradable? So if I threw a whole truck load full of apple cores, banana peels, rotten eggs, spoiled vegetables, dead bloody chicken, used tissues, pig innards and shit into your garden – it would be okay right? It’s organic what. Biodegradable. They’ll all eventually disintegrate and become one with the earth. I’m doing you a favour by fertilising your SOIL, right? Asshole.

Seriously, if you’re NOT going to dump rubbish all over your house then don’t fucking dump rubbish all over the streets. As if this country is not your home? As if you don’t give a shit what your children will grow up in? You look old enough to have children. What the fuck are you teaching them? That the world is your rubbish dump? Would it be okay for your kids to throw their shit (literally) all over your house? If not, then WHY IS IT OKAY TO DUMP SHIT ALL OVER THE STREET YOU FUCKING UNCIVILISED UNEVOLVED MORON.

Walk into an exposed manhole, asswipe. May birds let loose wet diarrhea all over your fucking car every single time you park it in an open-air carpark .

LOL, right ?

Here's another post that is super fuckingly hilarious as well. It's too long so I'm not gonna post it here and besides, mana tau later I never reference kena plagiarism. Hai pei.

A Letter To My Favourite Kungfu Actor Of All Time

Father Forgets.

I know I should prolly be updating about the MAA 2008, but I'm feeling lazy and I'm still waiting to receive more pictures. I am still sorting those pictures out as I was unable to make out some of the pictures that I took (they were taken with a 2 mega-pixel camera phone hence the reason why the quality of the pictures are inordinately poor). Don't worry I will post the pictures up soon.

Anyway, I was re-reading a Dale Carnegie book and I stumbled upon this short story that I find very meaningful and significant. Thought I'd share it with you.

Indulge, people.

Father Forgets

by W. Livingston Larned

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Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

To end this post, here are some super stim songs.

The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved


Aqualung - Easier To Lie

MTV Asia Awards.

Oh I am so going. Stims.

MTV Asia Awards has finally come to Malaysia. Well, it's about damn time those people are taking notice of us, as Asia is really not that big (despite being the world's largest continent). Anyhoo, this year's event will be held at the Arena of Stars in Genting, and will be hosted by Jared Leto of 30 Seconds To Mars fame as well as co-host Karen Mok.


Jared Leto, Karen Mok

Among the names of this year's performers include OneRepublic, The Click Five, Panic At The Disco, Leona Lewis, The Script, Pussycat Dolls and last but not least, Jabbawockeez. Jabbawockeez is an all-male dance crew who gained fame by winning America's Best Dance Crew, the dance reality series. They have also appeared in Step Up 2: The Streets.



I am so excited about this that I am on the verge of having an orgasm.

XiaXue v Dawn Yang

Hey, guess what? XiaXue has caused yet another drama. This time she vented her dislike for Dawn Yang, Singapore's 'hottest' blogger, on her blog. The entire Singaporean blogosphere is now talking about it (I did not coin the word up I swear) . Look, according to Dictionary.com

Main Entry:	blogosphere
Part of Speech:	n
Definition:	a collective term for the world of weblogs, the community of all weblogs; also called blogsphere
Etymology:	1997; blend of blog + stratosphere

Nonetheless, the catfight between two of Singapore's 'big' blogger has certainly caught everyone's attention, mine as well. I must say I'm a sucker for two words, 'girls' and 'catfight'. My mind is already construing those two little words in a very twisted way.

OMG, wet kao jor la me.

Anyway, all the 'hype' had already died down. So, I guess it's back to peace again in Kiasu-pore. I mean, the only reason the 'fight' started was because people were comparing the two of them. It is only natural that when the 'kiasu' one felt that her spot at the top was threatened that she had to stand out and make her statement, which is that there can only be one person at the top, which happens to be her. I really do not want to say who is the 'kiasu' one here so I'm just gonna assume you already know. I just thought Dawn was a little 'putih putih' to had got what was coming to her. She had done absolutely nothing to be avalanched with those derogatory remarks, in fact, she had been very nice and friendly to her. I guess it is one of those strange things people do to feel better about themselves, which is by belittling other people. Eventually, these people will find out that it does not work that way.

Laziness.

Because I'm feeling lazy, this post will be made up of videos I got from Youtube.

Tokio Hotel - Monsoon



Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl



Panic At The Disco - That Green Gentleman



Gabriella Cilmi - Sweet About Me



The Kooks - She Moves In Her Own Ways



The Kooks - Naive



Enjoy :D